Logged into Hinge, went through the 30+ likes that were there, found 3 barely worth entertaining, logged back out.
The next person to tell me I have to put more effort in than that is welcome to come peruse the next 30, and see for themselves.
Loving the โ Hereโs whatโs really going onโฆโ reposts from some rando nobody that people are sharing to, once again, make themselves feel better about their horrid, democracy-killing voting choices.
Today in reliving my youth with my brother, his littlest one chucks a ball over my shoulder while I'm innocently drinking a full glass of water and sends it exploding across the whole kitchen.
Me: Noah!
Noah: Wut?
I like how still, at 40, my parentโs reaction to me ever saying, โitโs cold in here,โ is always, โwell, maybe you should put some clothes on.โ As if Iโm just recklessly wandering in the buff.
Well, I have been coughing my head off since I woke up this morning. Not one single clear breath all day. I hope death comes swiftly. This world sucks, anyway.
Too morbid? Maybe. Kinda true, though? Yes.
#InfluenzaA
My mouth spontaneously broke out into song, and Rock Around the Clock poured out word-for-word like someone put a quarter in me. The last time I ever heard that song was probably elementary school, but I can't remember talking points from a meeting I had yesterday.
#ThisIs40
You know something I have been saying to myself since the day after the election? He's coming for disability first...and I'm not an alarmist. I just know too much about history.